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"You've got to be kidding me!" A torrent of curses followed the first exclamation as Alden tried to make some sense of the fact that he was on a cold stone floor, staring up at a dark stone ceiling. Turning his head slightly he blinked his brown eyes, and then turned his head to look in the other direction where he found himself facing a wall. A cold stonewall. "Bloody hell!" This couldn't be happening tp him! Where was his fluffy bed, his pretty little maids and his bloody bathroom. How was he supposed to have a shower? Alden closed his eyes and wished it all away but when he opened them everything was the same.

Back aching after having slept on the cold and very uncomfortable floor, the lord took a deep breath and stood awkwardly. A muffled scream issued up from somewhere deeper in this strange place and Alden let out a startled cry that turned into a nervous laugh. "Ok, Aldy baby, let's calm down here. Everything's fine." Putting on a cocky smile, the young lord started walking, following the wall. Oh, he wasn't worried or anything. After all, he was a noble, and nobody hurt nobles... right? While he had the mind to, he straightend out his clothes, the ones he'd fallen asleep in last night. Black with gold lacing, the latest fashion.

The young man, about in his twenties kept walking, his a spare hand to try fix his unruly dark brown curls that fell to his shoulders. Fairly tall and with a plae complexion, he looked completely out of place here.

Estelle was getting a bit frightened now. She found a wall and sat against it, so nothing could come at her from behind.
"Hello?" She called out, the sound echoing around her. She hoped someone would hear, because she didn't want to be alone in this place. She kept looking around, desperate to find someone while staying in one spot. "Hello!?" She said a bit louder this time.
"Please...if you can hear me...say something!" Her voice trembled as it resinated off of the blank walls back at her.

Estelle heard the call again and felt her heart lift out of her stomach. "I'm Estelle...do...do you know where we are?" She staggered away from the wall, and to where the voice had come from. She just wanted to stand next to someone so she wasn't completely alone. She was terrified, and was trying her best to keep herself composed.

Bri was feeling rather pleased with herself as she traveled the dark tunnels, scratching her stick along the walls. She listened to the others talk, attempting to learn everything about them before they even knew she existed.

Then she fell into a hole.

After several frantic minutes of scrabbling, Bri determined that the sides were to smooth to escape. The edges were too far apart to climb out, and there was no rope, no stairs, no light. Bri felt herself beginning to panic again.

Realizing she had no choice, Bri called out. "Excuse me?" she cried, "Does anyone have a rope?"

Darrin was about to refuse on grounds of such work being beneath him, then remembered the knife. He took the length of rope offered and started to help pull.
"Bah, manual labour. If I only had my butcher, now he's a strong one..." he muttered under his breath. In a much louder and nicer voice, he said "I do hope you are well!"

Bri scrambled up the rope and onto the hard stone floor, glad that it was too dark for anyone to see her. "Yeah, I'm good," she muttered, again glad that the darkness hid her, for her face was blushing violently.

((*thinks about that* Good question. Time to push things forward a bit.))

Darrin himself paused to look over the girl, as best he could in this light. Not much was visible.
"So..." he said slowly. "What might your name-"
He was interrupted by a sudden roaring sound that echoed throughout the castle, and then the hole snapped shut as if it was never there. Almost. There were barely visible joins where the stones didn't quite connect. Darrin was left speechless, his face pale.